"Aren't you sick of swimming yet?" asked a Miss Phoebe Terese-Tenelli (When her father married Mrs. Tenelli, she took that as her legal last name). Despite being in a swimsuit, (a rather modest teal green tankini with a pair of dark blue board shorts as she was self concious of her small chest and long legs) she had yet to go in the water past her waist. This would been have all fine and good if they hadn't been swimming for two hours.

"No. Not in the least." Arnold Perlstein grinned at her almost cheekily. He was in his element, the water engulfing him and sending his red-orange hair every which way when under water and plastering it firmly to his head and face when he surfaced. Despite getting a somewhat downtrodden look from his girlfriend, he plunged back into the lukewarm water from the July sun.

Phoebe sighed. Her fingers and toes were indisguishable from her 75 year old grandmothers. The sun was leaking into her shady place on the steps and she swore she could feel herself freckling. She reached over and reapplied sunscreen to her face and shoulders for the fifth time, and continued to watch Arnold swim and flip around in the water as if he was having convulsions.

She leaned her head back and closed her eyes to think. She could hear kids playing in the next yard over, Arnold's next door neighbors. She sighed softly. She looked back up to watch Arnold-- but he had disappeared from the pool. She looked a little confused. 'He must have gotten out to go grab something from the ho--'

Her thoughts were cut short when a familiar voice said a very simple 'boo.'

She suddenly found herself launching herself into the pool, heart pounding at the lightest of tricks. Phoebe was definately the one to play tricks on if you wanted to play tricks.

She grimaced, up to her chest in water, she crossed her arms. "Arnold!" She said, anger bubbling up. "What did you do that for?!"

He simply grinned at her again, "Well, Pheebs, it was so I could do this." He jumped in next to her and wrapped his arms around her, falling backwards and taking her down with him.

Phoebe didn't know whether she was furious or just surprised.

But she found she rather liked underwater kissing.

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Short and somewhat pointless.

If you want a churned out fic, give me some topic words and a pairing and I might get back to you on it.

Kate